The Pearly Gates

[tazuras]

Through a wall of slight mist, off to one side of the bar, Tazuras sat lying on a rather thick looking puffy white cloud bank. Slowly he flipped through a copy of The Angel Observer, noting the various goings on of the plane below.

He gently rested the paper on a rather ethereal looking transparent end table and slowly waved a hand over the cloud layer that made up the "floor". A small gap formed and he gazed down. Seeing that everything appeared to be in relative order he rolled over and lolled into a tranquil sleep.

He dreamt of pleasant Sirius where attacks where only made after having given fair warning, where new spacers fresh off of Eerie where given jobs trading, scouting or mining and where people didnt // in system chat.

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